The forest was quite pretty, thought Avangeline. Even on the verge of autumn where most the world was brown, having dried out after the rain stopped falling, the forest still held bursts of green. Her hooves crunched gently against the pine needle carpet and some low branches reached out, delicately brushing across the shimmery gold of her coat, its unique shine muted by the dappled shade. Avangeline moved quietly along the worn-down, traveled path, both admiring the Forest and searching for Bjorn.
Her ears flicked when she heard the drumming of hooves on the dry ground and her long, thin neck turned over her shoulder, eyes lighting up with joy as she spotted her white and blue-grey friend. A soft, happy whinny bubbled behind her lips as she began to rotate her lithe body, black tail flicking at her hindquarters. “Björn!” She said, same excitable tone to her voice as was to his, heart picking up a slightly faster beat as they neared one another. There were so many things she felt she wanted to say, her exuberance at seeing him again was so strong that it wanted to be blurted out in a myriad of confessions, but she swallowed them down as a shy smile climbed to her dark lips.
He was happy she was here? The quick beat of her heart didn’t slow and she felt its warmth spread quickly through her body, eyes bashfully falling to the ground between them before slowly lifting back up to his face. “I’m happy to be here, too.” She was, truly. Avangeline spent so much of her time these days feeling lost and missing home, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt so overcome with joy as she was now.
“The Forest is beautiful,” she said softly, “I only just arrived, but what I’ve seen so far is very lovely.” She wondered if he had been successful in finding his mother but didn’t open with such a heavy topic, afraid to sour what happiness they found in each other’s company.
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